A squall out on the high seas, lightning illuminating the underbellies of dark and heavy clouds. The delayed thunder barely reaches my island. It hasn't rained here in almost four months. Out, under those clouds instead of here, under this palm I could wrap my body in that storm and feel the lightning lash my back and caress me in the dark between the strobes of light. I could drown beneath the beating waves, and maybe find a mermaid.